Archive for Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Aunt Norie’s sewing room

August 19, 2009

Mothers, let’s just put that in big capitals; MOTHERS, we the world just have to face it, mothers just come with that most unique talent, a special talent or knowledge — God given, of course. Think about it for a moment.

Mom may say, “Well, just before we get too worried, let’s say a little prayer or maybe we could ask dad.” Things calm down and before you know it the little fella’s problems are all solved. It’s called “families,” the very foundation of our nation.

So many tight budgets with jobs lost right now but somehow mom always manages to get a meal on the table, keep the wheels turning. One mom is having fun extending the life of those favorite jeans.

“Normally I’d have tossed those but with today’s styles and color combinations, I just opened the side seam, put a wild, crazy colored stripe down that side seam and then added a patch of the same color on the torn spot that would have caused me to toss it. Guess what? My son’s pal wanted his mom to do the same thing. Now there are more ideas popping up. The boys are tearing holes just to ‘fix this one too, mom.’”

The greatest thing for clothing budgets and back-to-school clothes is, of course, our garage sales. Back during the Great Depression, second-hand clothes — usually family hand-me-downs — were reasons for kids to tease one another. You were looked “down on,” so mothers altered or changed the style of them any way she could, if she could.

When I was child, of course, there was no TV. We made our own entertainment. Story-telling was a favorite. Our most favorite one I think someone had to start, get so far, then the next one had to add to yours. We liked to tell scary stories. My brother Bud had the most vivid imagination. He could tell some whoppers.

Of course there was no unemployment. People saw a need, created jobs or made jobs for themselves. One very clever fellow, who lived in Denver at the time, with a family to feed, bought a galvanized pail and a long-handled window squeegee. He went down the street, offering to wash store windows, even for a quarter apiece. He worked up such a business he had to hire help. He got a couple of school boys to help.

One of my grandsons, out of work at the time, went down to help with the Katrina clean-up, came home and put an ad in the paper for handyman work. He has quite a “handyman” business going right now. With a brother now helping him, they will do lawn work, clean gutters, you name it. I’m sure there’s a need for more men to do likewise all around us.

Bye now and God bless.

Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; auntnorie@att.net.

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